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(Source: Legends, myths of East Kazakhstan – Semey: Arteks, 2018. – 122 p.)
Thousands of years ago there were green meadows with thick and juicy grasses. And ancient people lived in these places. They had an original way of life. They got their food by hunting animals and fishing in the lake, and also collected wild fruits, berries, mushrooms, roots and other gifts of nature. Some raised cattle, others cultivated the land, others made clay utensils, stone tools and jewelry, sewed clothes from leather and animal skins. They roamed and raised children. Since time immemorial, the mountains have been their home. People put rough-hewn wild stones everywhere as boundary pillars. And in the evening they exchanged their feelings and experiences with each other, looked at the stars and painted on the rocks. In their drawings, they showed themselves and the world as they see it, conveyed impressions of incomprehensible natural phenomena. On the flat stone surface, they scratched out the figures of animals. Then they ground soot, chalk, clay into powder, mixed with fat and painted over the drawings. Deer were depicted walking proudly, horses were shown in a rapid run, wild boars were painted angry and disheveled, and bears were strong and calm. In order for the drawings to be bright, people invented a special paint that was able to accumulate light and emit it in the dark.
They made glowing paints from the liver of sacrificed animals, adding only herbs known to them to the paints (“Ak Bauyr” translates from Kazakh as “White liver”). Young relatives were taught songs and dances. The elders told about the seasons, about medicinal and poisonous plants, about the habits of animals and birds, sang about the exploits of their ancestors. Carefully observing nature and themselves, people wanted to understand what this world is like. They were interested in everything: animals, plants, rivers and mountains, the sky and the sun. In everything they discovered beauty and rejoiced in it. The leader of the Ziyali tribe strictly followed the peaceful life of his people, maintaining its unity. Being already in years, Ziyaly was a man of great knowledge and a brilliant mind, thanks to which he was far ahead of his time. He spent hours thinking about how the world works. Every day, observing changes in nature, phenomena in the sky and stars, he discovered something new for himself and depicted it with secret symbols and signs on the bark of trees and clay tablets. But the more research the elder conducted, the more worried he was that his fellow tribesmen could not understand these inscriptions — unless descendants could figure everything out… “I must keep all the priceless secrets in such a place so that future generations can use them,” the elder decided. At that time, he made a smart boy named Zerek his assistant and patiently taught him his business. One day , after much thought , the sage sat the disciple next to him and said:
— My boy, I am already old, and you are young, strong and agile. You must take my treasures to the cherished place. In the future, there will be dreamy and educated people who will fly to the moon and to the stars. Those people must find the solution to the mystery that lies in these signs.
The aksakal warned the boy that he would have a very long road to the cherished valley, the white mountain located there served as a landmark. And so, having received the blessing of the elder, the Zerek set off on a long journey. The day went by, the month went by… Constantly competing in speed with the wind, he became a fleet-footed runner. Stretching his arms forward, he flew up like a bird. Once in flight, he saw a mountain below and landed on a large rock. Tired of the road, the Zerek did not understand where he was. While studying the area, he saw a hole among the rocks. Bending over there, he suddenly fell down and lost consciousness.
When he came to, the boy saw that he was in a cave, and decided to spend the night in it. That night he dreamed of Ziyaly’s grandfather, who said: “My young friend, you did not disappoint me! Here you have found the coveted place! I knew it. Now think about how to leave my precious legacy there for posterity. Our future generation must definitely find these signs in order to decipher them later. I am sure that this will be the road to science for the benefit of humanity!”.
Waking up, the Zerek looked around the cave. It was dark and spacious. “If I bury these secret vaults — the bark of trees and the plaques depicting grandfather’s knowledge, they may rot and the inscriptions will disappear,” the boy thought. And then the Zerek decided to rewrite them. He dipped his traveling staff in the indelible paint that his grandfather had given him with him, and began to write letters on the stones. “What could it be? Meanwhile, the boy was thinking. — Evidence of a visit to Earth by an alien ship, a pointer to the way of migration of peoples or something else? It is not clear …” He diligently drew petroglyphs and drawings, but he could not think of a solution to the mysterious signs.
Hungry and exhausted, somehow the Zerek climbed out of the cave to the top. Having lost all his strength, he barely crawled to the nearby spring. When the boy quenched his thirst, he suddenly felt that his strength had increased. Looking back, he saw a white mountain standing in the valley. “This is the cherished mountain Ak, Bauyr! How did Ziyaly’s grandfather find out about her?” the boy was surprised. Zerek himself did not even notice how he named this land “Ak Bauyr”.
Having completed the assignment, the boy hurried to where the sage was waiting for him.
The writings of the ancient sage are still waiting for their solution.
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